Teenage Romanticide – Dance Yourself To Death – letras

Attacker at the bedroom window, push the ladder fromthe windowsill.Serenades me from the ground thirty feet below.Am I hearing voices, telling me what I already know.Don’t you move now, I’m just in here reading.Pages turning, spine is breaking, plot is unfolding.I can’t breathe because I’m trying to stop thebleeding.Pressure, stop your shaking. Pressure stop yourshaking.I was a victim of teenage romanticide, and in thewrong.I was a victim of teenage romanticide, but not forlong.Your voice across the tin can line is quiet.Unromantic, I’m trying to find my nerve.Snuff the fire, mark the mail return to sender.Tattoo my name across your lips so you remember.I was a victim of teenage romanticide, and in thewrong.I was a victim of teenage romanticide, but not forlong.